Jan 22, 2024 12:19
The egoist
I want to be the star on the Christmas tree.
An ordinary role is not enough for me.
An important person whose influence is loud.
Not an insignificant atom in a motley crowd.
In the necklace, the largest bead.
Not an unheeded, thrown-away weed.
I want to let my personality surround
Everyone. I must be the loudest sound.
Everyone must my praises sing.
Faults? I don't have anything!
I must be a feeder, a leader of people.
If I am a church I must be the steeple.
Everyone must look up to me.
I must be the landmark that all can see.
I must be the tower that touches the sky.
My thoughts are full of "I, I, I."
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